Hope there's someone who'll give me a visa...

Literally just been listening to 'These Are The Days of Our Lives' both the Queen version and the George Michael and Lisa Stanfield live tribute version. Whilst looking at these websites,
Gawker,
GoFug,
CobraSnake,
Subway Funny Thing,
ohmyrockness,
thinking of steam central heating, snow, block parties, plastic cheese, subways, cheap beer, and possibly crying.

Lo-ok at me!

I've uploaded 2 months of pics onto my flickr account, check it out.

Iso doth conquer her room

I think my feelings towards my room and my level of tidyness is the same as Rodney's feelings towards his weight. We both use those imperfect areas of our lives as excuses for not doing things and let them make us feel bad about ourselves. Hence the euphemism 'sorting my life out' which I use when explaining to the Lovely Boyfriend why I can't meet him that night. I am soo touchy if anyone mentions my room, or how messy I am. It really bothers me that I can't tidy my room so on Bank Holiday I totally mentally prepared myself to defeat my inability to tidy. I didn't even want to mention it to anyone in case they said 'Woah! That'll take you ages!' or 'Ho ho! Pull the other one! You tidy your room!'. The Lovely Boyfriend sat on my bed doing his bits and made sure I wasn't slacking, and I tidied solid for 7 hours. It's such a relief to be able to write that the only thing I have left to do is sort all my clothes into 'keep', 'eBay', 'chazza shozza' or 'store'.
Ever since I have tidied my room (OK so only 2 days!) I feel like I can do all the things I've always put off and I feel much happier, which is probably quite similar to how Rodney's feeling right now. I reckon that seeing Rodney conquer his belly has inspired me to make headway on my own external, charity shop-flecked, room-shaped belly.

If only I'd had today off.

I am listening to a Knife song 'We Share Our Mother's Health', from their new album and I can just imagine they opened their London gig tonight with it and had everyone in the audience getting sweaty, dancing and jostling in the darkness.

Aha!

On Friday after some best forgotten stops and starts LB, Prawn and I went up to Norwich for the weekend to visit some friends. When we finally got there Olivia greeted us with mojitos, me and LB went to Tesco's with Bee who prompted us to buy 16 beers, and Paul made a massive round of toast. We went round Norwich's charity shops for there are many, had a good few drinks and on Sunday went for a roast. Pics'll be up on flickr fairly soon.

Slightly shocking start to the day

I woke up on Friday to find a small pool of dried blood in the centre of my palm. It was dark red and was flaking like the cheap poster paint you get at school. My hand had been cradling my ear to cushion it while I slept, and some blood must have run out of my ear and collected on my hand.

Time for another change of heart

I know I'm a bit young to be looking back on the wasted years of my life, but reading English Cut, the tailor's blog I wished I left school and gone to train as a tailor. I would be fully trained by now, earning good money and possibly training to be a cutter. Instead I'm floundering in a boring office job.
I've always liked sewing but I never felt like I could allow myself to do it properly. Oh well, I suppose if I'd done a fashion degree I wouldn't have done that well in it either and I would be complaining about something else.

Bloody Onion Tarte

I am baking an onion tarte. We have all been reminded today to bring in food or something for a tombola to work tomorrow. Its for charity, we are supposed to bring in food and buy whatever anyone else makes. My teeth are SO gritted at this point.
I fucking hate charity, don't get me wrong I'm not against the sentiment of it but charity fundraising is one of the most pointless and inefficient things ever. I don't really see how baking an onion tarte or making a stupid Easter Bonnet is going to stop climate change, poverty or torture. I'm pretty sure that if everyone in my office building (there are about 4000 of us) voted Green or Lib Dem at the next election that would have more effect than arsing about for a couple of hours with costumes or tombolas.
I'd much rather have the free hour off that we're given to do something a little more constructive.